Hello! I’m back. And I hope you’ll see me posting a little more frequently (and certainly more succinctly) from now on. You see, I’ve been to a blogging workshop this weekend, and for the first time – well – ever, I’ve had the time and space to focus on what I want this blog to be. I’ve been fortunate enough to have been mentored for a few days by Melbourne writer Karen Andrews, of Miscellaneous Mum. And now it’s over to me to put all of that wisdom imparted into practice right here.
No pressure to be brilliant or anything…
As a few of you will know, I’ve been writing about my experiences as a parent, and as a 30-something-turned-40-something woman for a little while now. In fact, it’s been almost a year since my first nail-biting, bumbling foray into the blogiverse.
This time last year I was floating around on my own little cloud 9, looking ahead to two wonderful, child-free weeks in New York City. The blog was merely a seed of a thought, and my anxieties around leaving our two children for that length of time had taken shape as my own personal guilt-gremlins (who were prodding me at regular intervals).
Sadly, there’ll be no international jet-setting for us this year, but with school and kinder now up and running, I find myself with just a fraction more time to myself, and a hankering to be creative. I figure it’s time to put some concerted effort into Life is a Minestrone, and see what comes about. You’ll be pleased to know that I also plan on putting a concerted effort into drinking coffee, and indulging in the occasional nap on the couch. I figure I deserve at least that, after 7 years of having to go to the toilet with an audience.
Many of you have been generous in reading my verbose accounts so far, and have made me feel so encouraged with your liking and sharing (ooh, and I do love the comments!). It’s gratifying to see that people are reading my musings, and that they’re eliciting the odd chortle from time to time.
So here ends my little Hello speech. But I’ll leave you with a valuable life lesson I learnt this weekend on my way home from blogging school:
It turns out that you (that is, I) don’t need to be drunk, or otherwise incapacitated, to do really stupid things on public transport. For example, disembarking a train carriage carrying only a telephone and a water bottle, and failing to remember that when you boarded the carriage, you were in possession of a bag (containing laptop and credit card). Oops. Double oops.
The good news story is that I was saved from my stupidity by a very nice end-of-line station-master, and a very forward-thinking husband (who immediately threw the children into the car for ‘a big train chase’), after my panicked call. He was on the platform at Lilydale when the train arrived, and had said laptop bag delivered straight into his arms. Computer, credit card, cash, all intact.
I did have a good forty minutes or so though, to ponder my idiocy, and imagine all the ways I was utterly screwed if someone did decide to adopt my bag as their own. There were many self-inflicted mental slaps about the face, during that time.
As a result, I am in the process of drafting a policy document for myself around the use of smart phones and various (very engrossing) social media on public transport.
If you’re so inclined, you can join me in my sheepishnes, and tell me about something equally stupid that you’ve done in recent times.
It can’t possibly be just me… Can it?